Ah yes. Things went very well the other day when we let Reddog out into the mix with the large doe group. At least for awhile.
Sam had seen the little guy standing on a very special rock. A large flattish one that I have elevated on a slant to support one of the green posts that is holding up the fence that separates the two groups. He was chatting with Oreo the buck who is on the other side (for now), with the two Guernsey does. Well, apparently when we went back to the house, Little Red got over the fence and in with Oreo. We can only assume that he scrambled over the fence from that rock, but it’s anyone’s guess, really. There was blood everywhere, as Little Reddog, regardless of his size in proportion to Oreo, beat the living daylights out of the larger buckling. Which means that Reddog and Oreo had an all-out head butting war, and Oreo lost. When we went in, Oreo was standing in the corner, blood covering his white blaze, and Reddog was eating with Saffron and Battie. The Little Big Red Warrior. Oy.
Since this is not where I really need Reddog to be, we had to get him back into the other pen, and eventually, with a lot of patient walking to and fro, got him through the open gate and back in with the big girl group (while they were eating their grain in the catchpen around the corner, where they couldn’t get into the action). Reddog had blood all over him, but it was Oreo’s, not his. And after Reddog had fought the big boy, he made nice with the two golden girls, and rubbed his head on their necks. A little surreal. Everyone painted red.
I am so glad this happened during a time of year with no fly activity. Oreo’s head is fine, but we never got all the blood out of his fur, and he is so skittish, he hates being handled. I didn’t want to overdo the issue since he had just been vanquished by the little guy. And we would have had to get the blood off of everyone else as well.
We put up a little extra piece of fencing at the point above the slanted rock, but I think that since Reddog has fought the fight, he does not seem to want to go there. Which is a good thing. I want him in with the larger group, as some of them are not bred, and we just might get a couple more Golden Guernsey cross babies in 2016 this way. If he was that assertive with Oreo, I suspect his manhood has arrived! We can at least hope.